?The sad, humiliated wife flashed before his eyes. She sincerely wants to lose weight — her colleagues are teasing jokes about their family, and maybe even about her weight. A couple of cakes won’t make him thinner, and the salads are even not bad. Injustice rose to his throat in a lump and stuck there, not wanting to go anywhere. Nausea began to set in: 
 
Give me buckwheat with stew, a medium plate… A salad with Chinese cabbage, the one without mayonnaise, also a medium one. And compote from dried fruits. 
 
The canteen lady’s eyes widened, apparently from surprise. She performed such requests every day, but definitely not from this person. Frozen over the vat of buckwheat, she amazedly blurted out: 
 
— Petrovich, is it me you’re talking to right now or who? And what about the pies and dessert, a liter of soda? Have you really decided to lose weight? 
 
— And from this day on, it will always be like this! Lyudka, promise you’ll never sell me that crap again, only healthy food and no more! 
 
— Agreed!